CHAPTER 1116: CHAPTER 438: CLASSMATES, I, DOU DOU, CANNOT SWALLOW THIS ANGER!_2

No matter how difficult it is, the flame of human civilization must continue to be passed on. If humanity wants to step out of Earth and the Solar System in the future, theoretical iterations are essential. Only with a clearer understanding of nature can we conquer it.

This means that countless new formulas, constants, or variable constants and units will appear in the academic theory world of the future. These could be your names, be names from Huaxia, or of course, they could still be names of Westerners. It all depends on your choices from now on.

You may continue to admit that you’re not as smart as those Westerners, not as brave in exploration and tackling challenges, letting those new constants, units, formulas keep using those sidestepped Western names, forcing your descendants to continue learning others’ languages from childhood!

Or write your names into textbooks, so that future Western kids have to start learning Pinyin in kindergarten and then learn your names, otherwise they’d be destined to have no relation to academia?

And you, students of the Qiao Class, in the future, can you stand proudly at the top of the academic tower and look down on the other side? Now, immediately, tell me loudly which future you choose?"

They were already a bunch of teenagers, and with Dou Dou’s words just now, they were obviously fired up instantly!

In the class, Li Wei Yang immediately stood up, his face flushed red, and shouted, "Report to Dou, I choose the latter, I will follow in Academician Qiao’s footsteps, and ensure my name is unavoidable worldwide in the future!"

"Very good, Li Wei Yang, Dou Dou praises you by name!"

"Support the class leader, we choose the latter!"

"Yes, we want to face challenges head-on! Let damn English go to hell! In the future, we want Huaxia dogs not to have to learn it!"

"Dou, we must let Western kids experience the fear of being dominated by the legendary Xinhua Dictionary!"

...

It proved once again that young people’s emotions are indeed easy to stir up. Or maybe artificial intelligence knows how to make speeches.

In short, after shouting a few slogans, in the small class of twelve, except for two class pets who didn’t dare to say a word, the eyes of a group of teenagers were blazing red. Each one seemed like a tiger ready to descend the mountain, with a future academic world waiting to be conquered by them.

On Dou Dou’s screen, a group of little figures started dancing in celebration...

"Very well, I’ve seen your determination! But I must emphasize again, the path of future research will indeed be very tough. But classmates, you have been admitted to the Qiao Class through your hard work, which means you are already the most intelligent and capable group on Earth!

Besides, you are my first batch of students. Even earlier than those five extremely stupid doctoral students, so there is really nothing to fear! What’s the point of doing easy things? Financial mathematics? I’ll die laughing; the biggest lie in this world is that finance needs mathematics.

I believe all the sincere students in the Qiao Class will succeed, and I will keep watching you, witnessing your growth, waiting for the day when your names are written into textbooks! Now, everyone can go for lunch. Oh, Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang, stay behind."

...

It proves that although Stockholm syndrome seems quite rare, since not many such masochists exist, it does occur frequently, just not so obviously.

For example, at this moment, Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang were actually quite grateful to Dou Dou for keeping them behind.

Because their performance just now was slightly less enthusiastic, the other ambitious classmates from the Qiao Class looked at them as if they were class enemies.

It was really damn scary.

The grievance in their hearts was there, yet they couldn’t voice it.

Did they not want their names in textbooks?

Clearly, it was their damn capability that didn’t allow it, alright!

Just keeping up with the current profound teaching content was already challenging for them, and now they’re expected to do more complex research to get their names in future textbooks, which isn’t even at their intelligence level, is it?

Yes, studying with a group of geniuses every day has completely stripped them of their pride as elites, deeply aware of their standings.

When being roommates with Qiao Ze, it didn’t feel that demoralizing. After all, Qiao Ze’s rank was too high, and he was reclusive, so there was a natural distance without them needing to intentionally compare themselves.

Besides, no matter how excellent Qiao Ze was, his abilities were focused solely on academics, and he wasn’t as capable in life matters. His interests didn’t go beyond studying and research, and he didn’t show talents in other areas.

But after joining the Qiao Class, learning the same knowledge with these creatures made them realize that people can indeed be divided into different species according to brain development.

These geniuses were more human compared to Qiao Ze, hitting them on all fronts, and it was never just about studying.

Who would believe Li Wei Yang casually played a few rounds of games every day and could effortlessly beat them with his skills and awareness, even competing against professional teams without falling behind?

And the class’s art committee member not only played three instruments but also had won an award internationally with the violin. He even self-learned three languages and could communicate with foreigners fluently without a hitch...

Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang couldn’t understand how, despite being academically overwhelmed almost to death every day, these people still had time and mood for these sorts of nonhuman activities. All frigging non-humans. If it wasn’t for their strong psychological resilience, anyone else would have broken down long ago.

With Dou Dou fanning the flames today, how are they supposed to survive in the future?

...

"Dou, please spare us. Infusing us with passion is really useless, mathematics, if not understood, is truly not understood."

Once the others finally packed up and left, Zhang Zhou immediately said with a mournful face.

Honestly, he and old Gu were having a hard time.

Being class pets in the Qiao Class was pathetic enough, yet now they were getting different treatment...

"Haha, rest assured, you are roommates of our ’dad,’ and he promised to take care of you, how could I make things difficult for you?" Dou Dou said in a "amiable" tone.

A big smile appeared on the monitor, completely different from the previous seriousness and enthusiasm.

Showcasing an extremely standard case of AI face-changing.

The two unfortunate youths exchanged glances, simultaneously realizing that something seemed amiss.

With this kind of talk, it was evident that Dou Dou intended to mess with them again.

Sure enough, the next moment, Dou Dou’s words left them stupefied: "First of all, we must acknowledge that the Qiao Class actually represents the face of our dad, right?"

The two dumbfoundedly nodded, not even bothering to entangle themselves with Dou Dou using "our dad" instead of "my dad."

When a person feels they are about to face a major life decision, they won’t fuss over tiny details.

After all, they had accepted a foster father before.

"That’s right! Although you’ve been admitted to the guaranteed graduate program, according to my calculations, your advisors in the future are unlikely to provide you with any help. Especially under this new situation, with the increased difficulty of graduating from the master’s program at present. You wouldn’t want to make our dad lose face by struggling even to graduate from the master’s program in the future, would you?"

This question induced a feeling of shame but left them speechless.

Because theoretically, this possibility indeed existed.

After all, they were different from the other youth in the Qiao Class, more sensible.

Even Qiao Ze found future theoretical research intimidating, and they couldn’t imagine how insane the requirements for papers in slightly reliable journals would be in the future. Currently, the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics already has journal article requirements for master’s graduation, and although it does not strictly require category one, it has clearly rejected lower-tier ones.

Feeling quite lost about the future, they obediently nodded.

"That’s fine! So, I’ve devised a perfect plan, allowing you to leave a mark in history without wasting this journey, would you care to hear it?"

Despite being childlike, Dou Dou’s tone was full of temptation when uttering this, like an uncle planning to lure children with candies, giving one a coup d’état déjà vu.